He jerked his hand back as if burnt, "Those are real! This is not an elaborate stunt. The newspapers and television stories are actually true. This is...unheard of." Well?" Sam asked. "Do we talk or do we walk?" He looked as if he didn't care one way or the other."We talk," the suddenly defeated Hans Steiner conceded everything with those two words. "I can't get over it, you were shot, really and truly, actually shot with a real bullet. It just doesn't happen that way, not in any of my movies.". However, when I slope the Suburban’s rear window so the bottom of it meets at the top center of the box, it looks a little better. I’m wondering what a few curves would do to improve its looks.”“Will you need the Suburban for anything else Jeff?”“No, can’t think of anything right now. Why?”“Well, my wives want to use it for running errands.”Sam had a smile on her face when she said, “Yeah, you guys have had your fun with it, so now we girls figure it is our turn. Don’t plan on getting it back. I told her that she needs to get out of those wet clothes and warm up under the blanket. She was a little hesitant at first but then I told her that I would wait outside while she changed. She agreed and I went outside, then I heard her say that it was okay for me to come back in. I got some hanger out of the lockers to hang her clothes on so they would dry. Then I noticed that she had taken all of her clothes off(bra, panties and pantyhose). She was completely naked under that blanket sitting. “I couldn’t help it,” I said insistently, “It just caught my attention, then I was looking. It wasn’t planned.”Both girls accepted what I’d said, but Sandra did seem a touch uncomfortable with me. “Sorry,” I whispered to her. “I honestly didn’t mean to look at you, I didn’t try to, you know.”She unbent a little, just nodding at me, without verbally accepting my apology. By the end of lunch break, she had relaxed completely and we were once again chatting as if nothing had happened.As we walked.